with the big nuts And he's flowin' like a breeze This ain't Halloween, ain't no trick or treat You young silly ass hoe's can't get shit for free I give
, no seeds) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens (In my weed) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens Gimme that green hella green
'll have a green roller [Afficial] I thought I told you the flow don't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock You can still catch
some yams, my partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, I'm just kinda fried I don't know why , I just
be wantin to consider me a tomboy Boy get it right, I'm still strictly lovin men Send me your love, don't ever think I don't need it Shit I got problems
in the house Bad Boy, who we die for all day, everyday nigga, yeah, yeah Yeah For the love of Big, we bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out
I'm falling in love She gets me all choked up I can barely catch my breath Don't want to pass her around I keep her to myself You see she gives me stimulation Ain't
the fan, I am what I am, I'm another weed man Green like a vegan, not a mean man I don't gotta green thumb, I gotta whole green hand When I party with
' pity for I don't know what I was frontin' on But I don't see nothin' wrong, sprung or gone My every heartbeat's weaker, follow the leader I promise I won't
-ay Why-ya-y-yaah Why-ya-y-yaah (These boys they wanna try me) Why-ya-y-yaah Why-ya-y-yaah (But these boys don't wanna die) Why-ya-y-yaah Why-ya-y-yaah
This may sound a little rough Don't want to fall in love Don't need security I ain't no dog without a bone Don't have no time for love So stay
weapons, double are steppin, Mo Thug militant soldiaz, sucka betta feel this bass, on tha real this fate, don't lease us in this clique, now. You wanna
Niggas, sick, shit Now whatchu wanna do, type of niggas They don't know now, they'll never know, that's how I feel And on the seventh day, the Lord made
love me. Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin, Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach. Niggaz know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit
, we don't the things that you have Why? Ha, I really don't wanna know that answer I guess we're just misunderstood huh, yeah You know we don't have
'mma grind til my stacks is tall as, A wall is, And I'm high, don't wanna know how deep the fall is, No I can't come down, And every time I send my girl
Aftermath! Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow! Someone betta' tell them so. . . [Swifty McVay] You don't